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didn’t have spellmaking abilities.
“Well, then,” she said, drawing herself up. “If you
don’t care about yourself, and you won’t respect this
church, then I have no choice. I’ll reveal you as a witch
myself. I’ll tell Mister Troutbeck exactly what you were
attempting to do.”
“Even if it means that you also will be revealed as …
as a witch?”
“I’ll tell him that our mother was a witch, and that
she lured you to her ways. Mister Troutbeck knows
that I’m a pious woman. And Geoffrey will vouch for
me. He’s as well respected as any man in Boston.”
Ethan had always thought that Bett’s husband was a
prig and an ass. But he was also a fairly well-placed
British customs official, and that probably counted for
something among those in Bett’s congregation.
“Fine, Bett.” He sheathed his knife and began to roll
down his sleeve. “It’s been a pleasure seeing you as
always.”
She looked disappointed, as if she hadn’t expected
him to give up so easily. “You’re sure that a conjuring
killed her?”